Every day we run into people who want nothing more than to tell you how bad of a person you are, or how bad their day was, how wretched life is or just let you know that what you are doing isn't good enough. and after listening to so much negativity, we begin to doubt ourselves as good people, and see fit to keep on kicking the legs out from ourselves. We beat ourselves up, damn ourselves when we seemingly can't 'get it right', when that quality, project, or whatever it may be, in fact is good enough. But it never will be, because we can't ever see ourselves as doing something that is good because our opinion of 'good' is flawed by our own self doubts. and we are taught this doubt, living in a society where nothing is good enough. We fall into the same rut others do so oftenly, and the chain continues onto the next poor being of the world. I fall under this constantly; my own version of what perfection is too high. I expect everything that I do to be not just good, great, or anything like that but perfect and am often times unmerciful. I fall victim to the same depression triggers around me because of what society holds onto (and the chemical balance issue). I hold onto the worst things of my past and most days I don't even see what good has happened in my life. So one day, I went to the store, my mind stewing on this guy who nearly ran me over in a crosswalk, and the fact that I'd just had some of the worst luck that day, and having my mother completely reject my attempt to get close to her really hurt. I then got stuck in the mind set that everything was this terrible, terrible thing. My days weren't going to get any better, and this was life; a giant ball of shit sticks that kept on beating you. Then I heard it; four words exchanged between strangers. Honestly, it's going to sound silly that out of the months upon months of being stuck in a deep depression that I didn't feel like I could get out of, I heard four words that ripped me out of it; "I Love You Man." I looked over and these two men just embraced each other before they went on their separate ways. That one moment of me hearing and seeing that helped me to realize something; despite whatever I have been through, I still had the ability to love, and be loved. Love isn't always related to being romance, but pure simple love. Because out of the darkness of my depressions, my thoughts, those words, ones that weren't cursing at their fellow beings, words that weren't spewing hatred, words that were meant to harm others or themselves, really made me feel great. Made me remember that life isn't this bad, terrible thing altogether, that bad things happen yes, but you should always remember that you can move forward, and that you do deserve to be happy, loved and most of all, hold some compassion for yourself. Never forget those lost, and never hate yourself for something that happened in the past. Beating yourself up for things isn't going to help you heal or anyone else, it'll hold you back from the lesson you were supposed to learn. Simple love; Love for a sibling, friend, family member. Love for the earth, stars and planets. Love for coffee at the cafe. Love for roleplaying sites. Love for treasures. Love for humanity. Love for aniimals. Love for that special someone. Love for interests. Love for food. Love for just about anything under the sun but... the one we all really, really struggle with, is the love for oneself. We so often are busy loving others, we forget about the person we are around 24/7 and that's you. While there is no such thing as a perfect person, there's only one you, and you are worth the effort to happiness. That day I really learned how love changes people. It took me almost twenty three years to figure this out, just with four words. There are still some aspects that I am learning to love about myself. So, this thread is for what do you praise yourself for? What great trait do you have?